Want to die in last few second.
Want to die along with thy pride to pretend.
Want to die to keep my head on thy chest.
Want to lie down upon my allotted three and half.
Want to keep all my doings,in tomb's epigraph.
Want to shy all stupid feelings in wind of west.
Want to fly my hidden wings from west to east.
Want to buy unhappiness from that holy nest.
Want to bury all hopeness from life.
Want to make wounds in my body by knife.
Want to create certainty about my absence.
Want a bunch of tuberose on my cerement from whence. 💐